The leg's ok for now. I went climbing this past weekend at a place with short approaches and had a work trip today with no problems. You'll read more about it in later posts but now it's not causing me problems. It would have been nice to get an MRI and see how bad it was/is. I've been using the knee brace from another knee injury to my IT band that had healed. Haven't been doing a lot of approaches that require much walking.

"So I crawled out of my nylon cocoon and quietly exited the cabin with camera in hand. It wasn't ridiculously cold but I was just sitting in a quiet field, moon at the crest of the mountains, waiting for the sun to rise."

There is only one Grand, but many Tetons. You should change your title either to Tetons or Grand Teton.

I kinda thought the same thing, but then I read your first installment, and the intensity of the narrative made me forgive any and all such transgressions.

That's ok, I won't forgive them. Even before I saw what this thread was about or who it was by, I saw the title, and got prepared to deliver this pre-packaged rant which I'm sure I've stated elsewhere:

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST THE MOUNTAIN RANGE IS CALLED THE TETONS, AND THEIR HIGHEST PEAK IS THE GRAND TETON! THERE IS NO PLURAL FOR GRAND TETON, JUST AS SPLITTER IS NOT AN ADJECTIVE, JUST AS THERE IS NO MANTI-LASAL RANGE IN UTAH, AND JUST AS THERE IS NO ROCK MUSICIAN NAMED LED ZEPPELIN OR STEELY DAN!!!1111111one

"The wilderness is for anyone who makes the effort to get into it, and while I don't like crowds of people, I accept them as part of the experience because we're all there to enjoy some of the same things. Unfortunately, as the popularity of remote areas grows and access is made easier (not that the Tetons are remote or that access is easy) this will probably become a bigger problem."

well, thanks for enjoying them anyway. It's actually - GASP! - Jeremiah's trip reports, not mine, so I can't take any credit for the writing or experience. But yeah, I take full responsibility for the posts here on RC.com because those are definitely from me.

Really though, I've never even been there or read / seen the guidebook. Those mistakes were due to my ignorance / lack of experience in the area.

It was actually my trip. Greg edits what I write before posting it because he has a particular way of dealing with formatting and it's always good to have someone with fresh eyes look over what you write. Neither of us is a professional editor and there will be mistakes. Hell I'm a terrible writer and editor but I like writing it down so some day I can look back on and remember or laugh at myself as the case may be.

To clarify the whole Teton-Teton's thing (for those who haven't been there):

If one were going to refer to the Teton's as a range it would be the Teton Range because it's singular. On the other hand if you were just referring to the mountains in that range you would say Teton's becuase there are more than one.

There are three Teton's that bear that name, South, Middle, and the Grand but there are several other mountains in the Teton Range, Teewinot, Mt. Owen, Mt. Moran, and Nez Perce (pronounced Nay Pursay). There are probably a few I missed.

Grand Teton national park encompasses the Teton's but is named after the one Teton named the Grand Teton. Teton is French for tit as was pointed out to me by some French girl I work with who kept laughing every time I talked about it. So I spent several hours of several days climbing all over tits. Yes, it was quite enjoyable and I would like to do it again sometime. Never have I seen such fantastic tits. I'm not sure if all this talk about climbing tits is offensive to women (or anyone else) but I don't care because it was great fun for me.

If one were going to refer to the Teton's as a range it would be the Teton Range because it's singular. On the other hand if you were just referring to the mountains in that range you would say Teton's becuase there are more than one.

No, you'd say Tetons, the plural of Teton. Teton's is the possessive form.

"One moment I'm clinging to this crumbling rock face and the next I'm falling. I'd fallen before but I knew this was different. I wasn't stopping. I hear a crunch, metal deformation at high speed, then a startled, "Fuck!” "Busterman" flashes into view, but only briefly. We're both falling, accelerating, visions of the world flashing around while we tumble through the air. The talus comes into view right before I crash into it. I can almost hear it, that sickening crunch of a softer body hitting that ever present, harder, more immovable object, the ground . . ."